But not crushed

There’s a pansy growing out of the wall here. I love pansies. I see them everywhere  now and would normally be planting them but I won’t be because we are moving. Again. God heard the sad sigh of my heavy heart as I saw all of the pansies growing and for sale everywhere I go. He gave me this and told me that it was for me and it was a picture of me.

Psalm 103

Of David.

¹ Praise the Lord, my soul;
    all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
² Praise the Lord, my soul,
    and forget not all his benefits—
³ who forgives all your sins
    and heals all your diseases,
⁴ who redeems your life from the pit
    and crowns you with love and compassion,
⁵ who satisfies your desires with good things
    so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.